Tuesday, September 3, 2013

Every day there is the constant drone of combine harvesters. They are often still out there in the dark. The hedgerows are festooned with straw and I often take my life in my hands when I go for a walk, diving in to the bushes as a tractor comes hurtling past, leaving me engulfed in a cloud of dust. I do think this is the most beautiful time of year. I couldn't live somewhere that didn't have seasons. The only down side in late summer/early autumn is the Daddy Long Legs and spiders! I have to check the shower curtain every morning for leggy imposters. ﻿

We've had some fantastic skies

I always get that twitchy new term feeling at the beginning of September that makes me want to enrol for (another) Open University course. Strange, as I didn't enjoy school but I love studying now. Ooh, the smell of a text book makes me go all goose bumpy and stationery? Well, I could stand looking at pencil cases in WH Smiths all day.......

Ez making jam tarts, back to school tomorrow

My geraniums look lovely - I wish I had somewhere to keep them over winter so that I didn't lose them.

I can sit in bed and watch the woodpecker sharpening his beak on the telegraph pole

Great Spotted Woodpecker

Our friend Emma had a birthday picnic on about the only cold rainy day this summer! We even had to get the smelly dog blanket out of the car but we stuck it out, like all mad British people, until we had to retreat back in doors.

Emma's parent's garden is beautiful and a peaceful haven to wander in

I've seen so many good skies these past few weeks. It's a good time of year to look at the stars too

Bungalow bake off:

This cake was amazing (once you get your head around the fact that it is savoury and full of garlic - yum).

Big Dog on a mini adventure - we found out later what she had been rolling in - poo!

The whole house smells of vinegar as I can't stop making chutney. I admit it, I have a pickling problem. I've run out of jars now - hint to my supplier....!

Spiced carrot and garlic chutney

Beautiful sunrises too, on my 6.30am morning dog walk

Talking of dogs - meet Twiggy, my friend Hayley's faithful friend

What a handsome girl

Too bright man....

Hayley's chilli plants

Feeding time for her pigs

This is a picture of my kitchen (oh, alright - I lie.......)

Not sure about her green, warty gourd though!

The fields around the bungalow are full of birds which Big Dog likes to flush out ﻿

Fields of corn for the pheasants and partridge

I must stop taking so many pictures of sunsets

Another chutney with courgette, chilli, ginger, garlic, spices - can I wait a month to eat it though?

Courgette chutney

Sarah tried making Focaccia - it was so light

Big Dog looking for something to chase

Carrots don't like our stony soil so we grow them in pots

Well, the sun seems set to continue so no getting my woolies out yet (sigh). But I yearn for tweed, wool, socks, boots and hats, I really do. I'll just have to wait. I don't do summer very well, what with heat rash, constantly applying sun cream, drinking water, searching for shade etc etc. My thing is roaring fires, fur lined boots, crunchy leaves, hot soup..... I may not be saying this when we are in the middle of February!

ANOTHER, (there's more?) reason I adore the autumn is that it's the best season for the theatre and arts centre. We have booked lots of plays, films, concerts etc. I am very excited.

This is one of the reasons that I am taking a bloggers holiday for a while. Too busy!

About Me

Sue moved to a shabby 1940's bungalow six years ago so that she could live her dream of living in the country with her gardening girlfriend. She has a teenage daughter with large feet who lives with them and two other children who visit. One rescue dog and a psychotic cat complete her family. Sue has a weakness for stripey tops (she has 15), linen scarves, earthenware, silver jewellery, olives, picnics, dancing in kitchens and peering through keyholes. Church organs, chiming clocks, Morris Minors, windmills, lighthouses and anything Scandinavian make her go weak at the knees. By day she weeds and mows by night she dreams of mystery, travel and adventure. She would love to finish writing her book and doing up her bungalow but keeps getting distracted....